Were you picked on a lot?

Or were you part of the group that usually carried out the bullying? :spankin: :lol:


I was a very quiet, low profile child during grade school and most of high school -you probably wonder what the heck happened after that, huh? :laugh: so I would usually hang out with 2-3 of my closest friends and would never allow much interaction with the rest....but the few times someone tried to pull stupid stuff I got into some pretty bad fights where 'no rules applied' ( :mwaha: ) - i am sure I don't need to explain how bad a girl fight can get, right? :rollin:

So I wasn't one to snap too easily...but the few times I did were plenty to make others think it twice before messing with me.

I tell ya...kids can be pretty cruel sometimes. Some of my good friends were VERY picked on and the pain that other kids put them through
was unbelievable. :6ohboy:

So...fess up...were you the bully or the bullied?? Any stories to tell?

You are on a role today making new threads :clap:

I was quiet and pretty much stayed with a few friends. Never got into any fights.

Not much of either. There were bigger kids who occasionally picked on me and I occasionally picked on others, but it was probably just being in a bad mood type of thing.

I was always the smallest kid in school but I never got picked on. That is suprising because I went to one of the roughest high schools in St. Louis. I did get into one or two fights but they with someone my size.

I was never bullied and I never provoked fighting with anyone. But I ALWAYS stuck up for my friends that did get into fights. I did get into a few fights with some nasty whores in high school, but they deserved it :p

When I was in Elementary School, I was a bit of a runt. I got teased CONSTANTLY. In Junior High and High School I never really instigated fights but I still got into my share of trouble. I was more the Class Clown in High School.

I was always a part of the "jocks" crowd. Even though the group I hung out with did their fair share of bullying, I never actually took part in it. I was a quiet person in school, and more often then not I was the one telling the others to knock it off when they would bother someone. There were a few people that tried to bully me in highschool, but I quickly made it clear to them, or anyone else that might try that I was not the type of person that would take it.

I was very quiet in school and did my best to stay out of trouble. I did have one girl in high school that constantly tried to make my life a living hell. She was my neighbor. One day she jumped my fence and sucker punched me in my face sending my $300.00 glasses flying and breaking them. Another time she had one of her friends call my house and invite me over my best friends house for a party. The girl that called also was friends with my best friend, so I didn't think anything of it. After a couple hours of persuading my mom to let me go,( my parents were VERY STRICT and wouldn't let me do ANYTHING ) my mom finally agreed and brought me there, only to find there was no party !!!! I was crushed and felt like an idiot !!!! The next day on the school bus my neighbor and her friend had the whole bus making fun of me and calling me names. This abuse from my neighbor continued for several years. Finally, when I was a junior in high school she tried to run me down in her car !!!! I never liked this girl and to this day, I still don't. I still see her from time to time and luckily she doesn't reconize me.

I got picked on by a sixth grader when I was in the third grade and spent the next few years fighting kids from all of the classes ahead of me on the playground once word got around that I had a temper. These days I'd have been out of school as a troubled child, but back then it was looked at as kids being kids, even though there were some fearsome beatings given and taken. The crap stopped once I caught up to them in size and actually was able to hold my own in a fight, and the worst beating of my life was a fight that I picked with a younger kid. (He was a fifth grader. I was in the sixth. I took a swing at him during a playground football game and suddenly I was on the ground bleeding. Never saw the punch.) I learned my lesson that day. ;-)

I was very quiet in school and did my best to stay out of trouble. I did have one girl in high school that constantly tried to make my life a living hell. She was my neighbor. One day she jumped my fence and sucker punched me in my face sending my $300.00 glasses flying and breaking them. Another time she had one of her friends call my house and invite me over my best friends house for a party. The girl that called also was friends with my best friend, so I didn't think anything of it. After a couple hours of persuading my mom to let me go,( my parents were VERY STRICT and wouldn't let me do ANYTHING ) my mom finally agreed and brought me there, only to find there was no party !!!! I was crushed and felt like an idiot !!!! The next day on the school bus my neighbor and her friend had the whole bus making fun of me and calling me names. This abuse from my neighbor continued for several years. Finally, when I was a junior in high school she tried to run me down in her car !!!! I never liked this girl and to this day, I still don't. I still see her from time to time and luckily she doesn't reconize me.

Wow...what a jerk! :6ohboy: Did you ever fight back though or did you let her get away with it every time!?

The crap stopped once I caught up to them in size and actually was able to hold my own in a fight, and the worst beating of my life was a fight that I picked with a younger kid. (He was a fifth grader. I was in the sixth. I took a swing at him during a playground football game and suddenly I was on the ground bleeding. Never saw the punch.) I learned my lesson that day. ;-)

:yikes: Ouch!!!! :eek: :eek:

I was picked on a lot in school, not so much primary school (kindy to year 6) but high school I was tomented a lot! So much so that in one year (year 8) I missed 96 days of school.
Some of the things that I got picked on about still affect me today, I am very self concious about some things.

The Irony is that once the kids left me alone in around year 10 I began picking on someone, no where near as bad as what happened to me, but I think that I did it so I would be left alone for a while, I feel really bad about it, but I still see the kids who picked on me and they don't give a rats ass about what they did to me! :(

In elementary school, I was probably like most kids, I was a bully to who I could and bullied by those who could bully me. I was bigger than most guys and very physical, I did have kids tell me their mother didn't want me to play with them becouse I was too rough, I wasn't bullying them ,it's just if we wrestled or played contact games I was hurting people.

In elementary school, their were two bullies who had failed twice by grade 4 and picked on all of us. They generally took turns just being evil, holding kids hands under hot water in the bathroom, or making you eat an eraser. I remember getting beat up by one on the playgound and going to the principals office, but he picked on the others a lot more, The other bully was filty, always the one when the nurse came around who had lice etc.

One day when the teacher wasn't around and I was in the front of the class I drew a picture of him on the chalkboard with mucus running out his nose (art imitating life and wrote underneath it SNOT NOSE RUSSELL... to my surprise the idiot could actually read, made some sort of primal grunt, licked the snot from his nose and charged me, somehow in the scuffle he managed to fall or get tripped into the metal chalkholder below the chalkboard and he split his head open. The worlds darkest blood was pouring out (back then I thought it was dark from being dirty..still do today) .Kids were freaking out, 1972 rural Nova Scotian 8 year olds weren't accustomed to a scene from Reservoir Dogs. Anyway he lived, just needed to get stitched up, and my sister ran home ( I still remember seeing her red poncho running across the school yard) to tell my mother.

In Junior high I alway had a fued with a guy two grades ahead of me, he lived a few houses up the road and in Junior high was the school President. He carried a briefcase to school and I used to call him Oscar Goldman, and some how the nmae stuck and he didn't like it. It was nothing serious. I would call him a *** and run, and he would push me around a litlle if he caught me with his bionic legs. As we grew older and I ended up on hockey and baseball teams with him we became friends .

Overall I was very fortunate, I saw alot of people get bullied and teased really bad, some even 25 years later are still upset about about

[QUOTE=Miss INXS]Wow...what a jerk! :6ohboy: Did you ever fight back though or did you let her get away with it every time!?



I didn't like bullies and never wanted to be like them. I did push her back once, when she kept getting in my face and wouldn't leave me alone. That resulted in me getting punched in the face, getting a fat lip, and knocked on my a$$. My mother complained to her mother all the time and even made her mother pay for the glasses that she broke, but the harrasement and abuse from her continued and seemed to escalate more. I did my best to avoid her at all costs.

I was an odd combo of having years where almost no one messed with me, but other years where it seemed as if everyone was out to get me. My worst years in school were definitely 5th and 8th grade. In 5th grade, I had a teacher who joined in when people were making fun of me, and the 8th grade at my school was full of teachers that didn't give a shit, so they never saw when I was attacked, they just saw me retaliate, and so I was labeled as a troublemaker.

In seventh grade I got in a fight with a kid who had been bullying me for a month and I finally snapped. What's worse, after I beat him up, he claimed the reason he wanted to fight me in the first place was because I made fun of his mother, who was deceased! :eek: I didn't keep my "title" for long, though, because I foolishly picked a fight with a seventh grader who was twice my size a year later, and got creamed! By the time I got to high school, I went back to my policy of, "I won't start fights, but I'll sure as Hell finish them!", so no one messed with me there.:mwaha:

I didn't like bullies and never wanted to be like them. I did push her back once, when she kept getting in my face and wouldn't leave me alone. That resulted in me getting punched in the face, getting a fat lip, and knocked on my a$$. My mother complained to her mother all the time and even made her mother pay for the glasses that she broke, but the harrasement and abuse from her continued and seemed to escalate more. I did my best to avoid her at all costs.

Darn, that sucks, Jodi. :grrr: At least your Mom made her pay for your glasses.

In 5th grade, I had a teacher who joined in when people were making fun of me, and the 8th grade at my school was full of teachers that didn't give a shit, so they never saw when I was attacked, they just saw me retaliate, and so I was labeled as a troublemaker.

Did your Mom ever complain to the principal? No one would do anything about it or what?!

I was bullied and teased terribly as a child. :no: I was a "fat" kid. I had boobs in 4th grade, I was an "elephant." In third grade, I had a classmate ask me if I was pregnant! :irked: :mad: :bigcry: My parents even took me out of one school, and put me into another one. Things were better for a while, but the older I got, and as the crude remarks returned form the cruel kids (like most are) things were just as misreable. I was the biggest "faker" to get out of school! :lol: Not even I could believe some of the excuses worked...lol Things began to change when I enterd 8th grade. The kids seemed to mature a bit, and I changed my attitude. I adapted the attitude of "I don't care WHAT they say", and it even worked a little. I started to enjoy popularity. :happy: From time to time, the kids could still get to me and upset me quite a bit, but I handled it as best I could.

I suppose this sounds like a very sad story, and maybe one I am looking to get pity for. :violin: However, the whole reason for sharing the story, is that I learned one of the best lessons in my life. :idea: I learned I really don't care what people think of my exterior. It is what is in the inside that counts. Although some won't even attempt to get beyond the look, the ones that do learn that I am not a "Fat Slob". They learn to get to know the "TRUE ME," and by doing that, they discover I'm not such a bad person afterall. :rose:

Did your Mom ever complain to the principal? No one would do anything about it or what?!

My mom did complain to the principal about the teacher that picked on me in fifth grade, and after he told them flat out that I was never gonna make anything of myself because I used my visual impairment as a crutch, they decided to convince him to retire at the end of the school year.

In 8th grade, my mom had a meeting with the teachers I complained about the most. Problem is, this got nowhere, because all of them told her I was lazy and said, yet again, I would never make anything of myself. Things did get a little better in every class except homeroom, where I was always getting in trouble. One day, I was sitting on a counter, and another kid told me to get off, because he wanted to sit there. I refused to move, and so he tried to shove me off the counter. I got mad, got him in a headlock, and when the teacher came back in, she saw me shove him, but didn't see him punch me in the stomach before I shoved him. She made him write a 100 word essay on why he needs to behave in homeroom, but she made me write a 1000 word essay on why it's not right to fight. Instead, I wrote a scathing 1000 word essay tellling her what a horrible job she had done as a teacher and how much I hated her and would love to see her ass canned. I went on and on about how miserable she had made my 8th grade year. When I handed it in the next day, I was ready for her to read it and send me to the vice principal. Instead, she apologized for how badly she had treated me. I still hated having her for homeroom, though.

I had a teacher who joined in when people were making fun of me, and the 8th grade at my school was full of teachers that didn't give a shit, so they never saw when I was attacked, they just saw me retaliate, and so I was labeled as a troublemaker.

Well...You're short, green, and kinda resemble an ogre...what ya expect??? :laugh:

Sorry bud...couldn't resist!